It was several, sleepless, sober nights later when Misha was finally able to pick up the phone and call Mom's number. On Xavier's recommendation and under Dad's steely glare, he wasn't using vodka to sleep. He had to undergo psychic therapy with the professor, there was no choice in the matter. After what Dad said he did, Misha couldn't find an argument strong enough to refuse.
He expected to leave a message and still had no clue what he would say.
Sorry I made you see that, Mom.
Please don't let me hurt you.
I love you so much.
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